The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-07-01

have watched their dearest down
through the death valley into the land
of hope and life. And Aunt Debby
whispered through her tears: Forgive
me. James The anguish had driven
me wild"
IL have nothing to forgive" he an
swered stoutly. II deserve it all, and
much more. l can 'aever forgive my
self"
Doctor" he continued meekIy, after
Aunt Debby had stolen softly to the
room above, ''do you think if | were to
send Aunt Myra away entirely, Helen S
chance of recovery would be better?"
Il think so, certainly" was the re-
ply. "You see she has becL, by her,
on such constant nervous strain for
the past two years, that nothing but an
absolute relaxation of the tension can
do her any good"
Then tomorrow she shall CO." said
the deacon emphatically. And tomor
row she went.
"Do you know, Deacon Grant" said
DR.. Brownell, one sultry July day, us
he and his bride fingered over their
dessert of berries and cream in the
deacon's cool dining room, do you
know it is just five years ago to-day
since first dined with vou?'
Give years, is it?" said the deacon.
"Weu, Well, it don't seem so long.
They've been the happiest five years of
my life, and I've you to thank that I've
known how to live them"
Me? Oh, no, not altogether; give a
little thanks to Aunt Debby and the
typhoid fever. By the way, Mrs. Grant,
you don't keep open house now, |
believe?'
open house! No, indeed; not so
open as | want it by half and the smile
which lighted up Helen Grant face
had no tinge of bitterness now. have
to scold this husband of mine whenever
| want company, and half the time
even the scOldng does no good It's
ridiculous, when have such IN excel
lent girl in the kitchen. and when
Aunt Debby relieves me of almost all
the care of Harry" she turn Il
with loving kiss to the three -year-old
monarch enthroned in his high chair by
her side.
" hdb uO 1Ou bulilhs uOCF Sdlu GuG
deacon dryly; ''she's coaxed and coax
ed, until I've at last consented to her
asking Aunt Myra here"
"Aunt Myrar' calculated the doctor.
"Yes, indeed; why not? the poor old
woman is lonely and half-sick; a
change will do everything for her. Be-
sides, / want to prove to you that I've
gained enough grace in the past five
years to enable me to live with any
body"
'Grace is an excellent commodity"
said Aunt Debby, grimly, ''and l know
you've got it, Helen; but am glad it
is something besides grace that has
put the color in your cheeks. ! shall
have more faith in the grace holding
out, if it's backed up by blood and
muscle" .... ...
Well" said the deacon, after the
laugh had subsidized, 'pve said she
should come, and she shall I'll do
anything to please Helen. But if she 8
the Aunt Myra of five years ago, her
stay will be short one. / don't want
another inscription chosen for my
wife's tomhstone-hey. Aunt Debby?
But seriously, friend" and the smile
with which be answered his wife's look
of love was just shade fearful "my
home was never true home, nor
happy home, until had learned to
join with my given to hospitality
another text: But if any provide
not for his own, and especially for
those of his own house, he hath denied
the faith, and is worse than an inffdei'
and I've learned that provide means
something more than food and cloth
ing.
'.AmenP' said Aunt Deborah.